Chapter 122 Medication

"The window of the intensive care unit is not so easy to climb." In the night, as he climbed up the sewer pipe, Charlee Ford lowered his voice and said to Dallas on the listener. But it's hard to climb, but she didn't even breathe. Dallas manipulated the computer and blocked all the monitoring, while positioning Charlee Ford's direction: "Boss, it's a little off." "Are you sure there is no one in the ward?" Charlee Ford moved slightly. "Don't make me miserable then." "No one can pit you." Dallas used almost three things with one heart, and his fingers knocked out the afterimage on the keyboard: "Now the Browns is a mess, and no one has time to take care of the old man in the ward. I left the monitor at the door of the ward. Once there is movement, you have about five seconds to escape." Gradually, Charlee Ford's speed slowed. She came to a closed window, reached out and pushed it open easily. "Don't you hate the Shen family? The old man's death is not what you want?" Charlee Ford